Frankini Henry Danger Novels & Stories

“In front of everyone. You don’t understand how that looked.” There was a pause, then his tone softened, dark velvet. “You don’t understand the kind of enemies I have, Amara. Leaving like that… it puts you in danger.” Her throat tightened. The danger part wasn’t new but the way he said it was. Like it wasn’t a threat, but a warning. “Dante—” “Lock your doors,” he interrupted quietly. “And don’t trust anyone tonight.” The line went dead. She stared at her phone, pulse hammering.

I looked at my stupid alarm wondering why it hadn't woken me up earlier, and then ,i remembered I had actually spoilt it the last time it rang by hitting it so hard. It's been three days now , three days since that incident, since I got lost in the Forest and met him , for the first two days I kept thinking about him and his words , I think he's right ,I should have been greatful instead of being so scared of him or hurting him with my words ,but after the third day ,I decided to forget all about him . It isn't like we would meet again another day . When I was seven ,my grand mother had told me stories of the blood pack and made me believe they were the most dangerous,not only that , the mos

Her voice was smooth and dangerous; it did not rise, but it carried a coldness that made Jack’s jaw tighten. “Don’t try that with me,” Jack growled. “You shot my men. You stole my ledger. You used my name to make your move. That’s a war.” Scarlett’s expression did not change. She lifted a hand and two shots cracked like thunderclaps. The sound ripped through the air, and two figures next to Jack folded forward with dull thunks as they hit the ground. One boy made a small, terrible noise and did not move again. The other lay still, winded but breathing. Blood darkened his coat where it hit the concrete.

She asked. Robin who had just gotten into the hotel room and put down his bag walked over to the window and leaned next to it. "Katherine, perhaps you actually wanted to see me dead, or don't you?" He asked with furrowed brows. "What do you mean?" She asked, now a bit relieved that he was okay, judging from the tone of his voice, it was more like the Robin she knew. "Katherine, you just put my life in danger when you asked me to look into that address, like who are they? Are they like some president or some great association?" He asked her, no matter what, he was feeling overly curious right now.

My hand was slick and hot now, aching with the effort. Finally, during the film's climax, hidden by the burst of noise from the crowd in the theater, Rex ducked his head into my clothes and began devouring my chest. Then, with a muffled groan, he shuddered and spilled everything into my hand.

His weapon clattered to the ground. Danger, Francesco’s consigliere, lunged. His knife found flesh, ripping through the side of a man swinging a rusted crowbar. The man grunted, staggering back, clutching his ribs. Blood seeped between his fingers. Danger’s shot rang out, missing Scar by inches. Scar fired back — three quick shots. One hit Danger's shoulder, spinning him. Another man swung a machete, aiming for Danger's neck. He ducked, rolled, and came up with his knife slicing through tendons. The man screamed, dropping his blade.

"After eight months of making you all see this my way, you still doubt it? I thought we were just coming here to finalize not–" “You move product through ports that attract heat," Mateo cut me off, pulling the cigar from between his lips. "We don’t need that kind of attention.” “You already have it,” I replied coolly. “You’re just pretending you don’t.” Daniel scoffed, his fingers tapping on the table with impatience. “You’re younger. Ambitious. You're no new person to us, Enricho. You're a dangerous man. Why should we bind ourselves to someone who might drag us into wars we didn’t start?”

Megat allowed himself to be led away without further comment, though the faint, long-suffering sigh that followed spoke volumes on its own. Heinz remained standing in the empty hallway for a long moment afterward, shaking his head slowly. "…. Unbelievable," he muttered, mostly to himself, before finally retreating to his own room. Later, once the household had settled back into something resembling normalcy, Lance found himself recounting the whole ordeal to the family group chat, entirely unaware of just how thoroughly it had already been overheard, dissected, and misinterpreted by nearly everyone under the roof. "At first it hurt so much," he typed, adding a cheerful, oblivious little emoj

“How comforting.” His expression didn't change. “It isn't supposed to be.” The honesty of that landed harder than reassurance would've. I looked back toward the windows again as rain blurred the city into gray streaks beyond the glass. “What are the actual dangers?” I asked quietly. This time Dante took slightly longer to answer. “Victor is dangerous when cornered,” he said. “Adrian is dangerous when underestimated.” “And Hannah?” At that, something colder entered his expression. “Hannah is desperate.”